Redhawk Caldera Back before birthdays were something she dreads

Hotah shook his head at that, a crooked smile tugging at his mouth. There’s nothing weak about you, Cinar. You’re still pulling your weight, even with a bum leg— that’s more than some can say.
He nosed another cut of venison into the cache, glancing back at the darker male with an approving look. That’s the right attitude, though. Play to your strengths. Borders, pups, keeping spirits up— it all matters. More than just filling bellies.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest. And hey, a quick tongue and a pretty face? Sounds like you’ve got the full package. He grinned wryly, genuine in the compliment. Glad to have you around, Cinar.